At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

was jealous,” he said at last.

It was not what I expected. Not from him, and not so plainly.

“Jealous of what?” I asked.

“Of you.” He shook his head. “I never said that before. I thought it often enough. I told myself I was wrong. Told myself it was unfair to a woman who had been good to me in ways I shouldn’t undervalue.” He set his cup down. “But she continue reading …